I am what you call a very clean pooper. Anytime I take a poop, I have to
take a shower afterwards -- I don't want any filth on my bum.
But sometimes, you have to sacrifice. A few days ago, my wife wanted me to go to the mall and
pick up some Tupperware. I had eaten pizza and soda the night, before which makes me have the
runs 50% of the time, so I knew I had a monster lurking in the shadows of my
intestines.
I got to the mall and some filthy teen radical was being racist towards
African-Americans. I am an African-American and this really peed me off.
However, as much as that angered me, my stomach was hurting and I had to still
buy Tupperware. So off I went and bought a nice piece of plastic that women
drool over. My anus was aching from the stress and my legs were
beginning to shake. I hate pooping in public bathrooms, but this time I had no choice.
I went into the bathroom expecting the worst, but the place was pretty clean. Still, I put
my 20-inch layer of toilet paper down on the seat and started to let 'er rip.
Just when I was getting close to being done, I heard someone come in. I
thought, "Oh no, they will smell this horrid stench!" I looked through the hole in
the door (which everyone knows you can look out but no one can look in) and saw
that it was that racist kid.
I was still pissed
at him for what he said earlier. As he got into a stall two down from mine,
I took my Tupperware, placed it under my ass, and pooped into it. This is
something I would never ever do -- but today I felt teenish and angry. I wiped
my bum and stared at the horrid sight of my poop in the
Tupperware.
I lifted the Tupperware
and threw it two stalls over. As I ran out as fast as I could, I saw
him run out of the bathroom with chunks and liquid shit all over his head,
body, legs, etc. And no, I didn't get a chance to wash my hands.
But I wasn't done with this racist teen. I ran to a security guard
and told him that some kid was running around with poop all over him. He looked
at me with shock, as if I was some crazy old man -- I'm old, but not crazy. I pointed to the kid
and said, "See, that is poop all over him. He likes to poop on himself... I guess it's
some kind of fetish?"
Well, the security guard didn't care what the kid was into. He radioed for backup,
and they hauled him out of the store as he swore like no kid I have ever heard and yelled about how someone threw it on him. It was funny
watching him getting hauled out while the guards tried to not touch his poopy
body. One old man, watching from the food court with his wife, said, "You know, I
will never understand kids."
I was ready to leave when the security officer came up to me and said, "Could I
speak with you for a second?" Oh crap, I thought, I am in trouble now. He looked
at me and laughed while saying, "I know what you did, but I don't blame you, he
was pretty openly racist." I laughed and said thanks and off I went.
But the best is still to come. My wife wasn't
happy that I came home without Tupperware, so the next day she made me go
right back down to that store. This time I had to pee, which isn't a problem
because urinals rock. I went in to see a guard watching that kid clean up the
whole bathroom.
-- Phaze